Transmigrated into a seven-year-old child, my fate is in my own hands, not in the heavens.

"Big sister, does your foot hurt? Let me rub it for you," Zhao Di said, pulling up Zhao Feng's foot.

Compared to Zhao Di's enthusiasm, Zhao Feng seemed somewhat indifferent, brushing Zhao Di's hand away and saying lightly, "No need, I'll be fine after resting for a while!"

"Zhao Di, why don't you massage Zhao Fu's legs?" He Mu said cautiously.

Zhao Di and Zhao Lian are similar in temperament and are not close to each other.

Zhao Fu leaned against a dilapidated pillar in the main hall and said to Zhao Di, "My legs hurt a lot. Father is right. Since you don't need to rub them, why don't you rub them for me?"

Zhao Di rolled her eyes at him: "Hmph, go away!" With that, Zhao Di sat back down next to He Qing.

"Tch! What's so great about it?" Zhao Fu scoffed.

Zhao Feng smiled and said, "Zhao Fu, stretch your legs out, let me massage them for you!"

Zhao Fu turned around, stretched out his leg, made a face at Zhao Di, and looked smug.

Zhao Di glared at him, then turned her face away.

Gulu gulu~

After rubbing for a while, Zhaofu's stomach started rumbling.

"Dad, I'm hungry!" Zhao Fu rubbed his belly.

He Mu glanced at Zhao Feng: "Zhao Feng, do you still have any pancakes? Give Zhao Fu one."

"Father, there's more." Zhao Feng said, taking off her bundle, and handed a pancake to Zhao Fu. She then took out another pancake, tore half of it for her father, and kept only a small piece for herself.

Zhao Fu snatched the pancake and wolfed it down.

Seeing him wolfing down his food, Zhao Feng couldn't help but remind him, "Zhao Fu, eat slowly, don't choke!"

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Fu raised his hand and pounded his chest, unable to cough or swallow, looking pained.

"Water~"

Seeing that she was choking, Zhao Feng quickly untied the water gourd from her waist.

Holding the light water gourd, she suddenly remembered that the man had drunk all the water.

He brought three water gourds with him when he went out, and He Mu also tied two water gourds around his waist, but he drank too quickly when he came out, and the water was long gone.

Zhao Feng quickly stood up and ran to Chen Yong, who was standing to the side, saying anxiously, "Water, quickly give me water!"

Chen Yong was startled by Zhao Feng's anxious appearance. He glanced at Zhao Fu, immediately realized what was happening, and quickly took the water gourd from his waist and handed it over: "Miss, here!"

Zhao Fu took the water gourd, gulped down a few mouthfuls of water, and finally swallowed the piece of pancake that was stuck in his throat. He immediately felt alive again, and his complexion returned to its rosy hue.

He Mu glared at Zhao Fu with a gloomy face: "Zhao Fu, I told you to slow down, slow down! You're like a starving ghost! You got stuck once last time, why haven't you learned your lesson!"

"Father, don't mention Zhaofu, he's just starving," Zhaofeng said, trying to smooth things over for Zhaofu.

"Alright, give the water back to the person who gave it to you!" He Mu snatched the water gourd back to Chen Yong and said thank you.

Chen Yong waved his hand: "Give it to Miss, I have more." When they left, they filled all the water hyacinths in the house with water.

There are probably a dozen or twenty of them. If we drink sparingly, it should last us a few days.

Hearing Chen Yong say that he didn't need to pay it back, He Mu breathed a sigh of relief. He was also very thirsty, so he quickly took a sip to moisten his throat and then handed the water gourd to Zhao Feng.

Zhao Feng took the water gourd but didn't dare drink too much. She swallowed the pancake, took a sip of water, and then plugged it with the cork.

Water is more precious than food these days, so we can't drink it all at once; we have to conserve it.

This earth god temple probably doesn't have many worshippers, and it's been in disrepair for years. Even the clay statue of the earth god is missing half of its original shape.

As darkness fell, Chen Yong rummaged through the temple and found two discarded oil lamps. Seeing that there was still a little oil on them, he quickly took out a tinderbox and lit them, instantly illuminating the temple.

It was really scary when it was pitch black, but now that the lights are on, it's not so scary anymore.

Zhao Feng leaned against the wall, closed her eyes to rest. She had walked such a long way today that her legs felt numb, but after sitting for a while, she felt much better.

Thinking of Old Madam Yang, Zhao Feng felt a pang of sadness. She turned to look at her father, who was resting with his eyes closed, his face expressionless.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Feng couldn't help but ask, "Father, I wonder how Grandma and Grandpa are doing? What will they do when we leave?"

He Mu calmly opened his eyes and glanced at Zhao Feng: "We're already out, why are you still thinking so much? Grandma and the others still have Second Uncle and Third Uncle, don't worry, Second Uncle and Third Uncle won't let them go hungry!"

Compared to Zhao Lian's worries, He Mu felt completely relaxed and did not feel guilty at all.

Chen Guang and Liu Ma were unaware of what was happening inside the temple; they were still standing at the entrance, looking into the distance.

As darkness fell and Zhao Lian was still nowhere to be seen, Aunt Liu paced anxiously, muttering to herself, "What are we going to do? Why haven't the Third Miss and the others arrived yet!"

"Father, Mother, please have something to eat first!" Luo Xiu came out with a pancake in her hand.

Aunt Liu shook her head: "Mother doesn't want to eat, and can't eat. We haven't found the Third Miss yet!"

"Father~"

Chen Guang looked preoccupied and waved his hand, saying, "I'm not hungry, you guys eat first."

As they were talking, they heard footsteps coming from the road in the distance, and everyone turned to look.

Because it was already dark, I couldn't see any figures clearly, but the footsteps sounded like there was more than one person.

"Xiu, come inside and sit down," Aunt Liu said, pushing Luo Xiu.

At this moment, the moon began to rise slowly. In the moonlight, Chen Guang saw what appeared to be five or six figures not far away, who looked like beggars. Chen Guang's heart jumped.

It wasn't that he looked down on beggars, but some beggars acted like thugs, causing trouble and making a scene. He wondered if these beggars would find a place to stay at the local temple later.

If we actually settle down at the local temple, I wonder what kind of trouble might arise later.

The other party approached the land temple and saw several horse-drawn carriages parked at the entrance, with lights on inside the temple.

Two other people were standing at the entrance. Seeing that these two were dressed neatly, a hint of excitement flashed in the eyes of these beggars, as if mosquitoes had smelled blood.

These five or six men were dressed in rags, looked to be around thirty or forty years old, and were all thin and emaciated with sallow complexions. Their sunken eyes gleamed as they looked Liu Ma and Chen Guang up and down.

Feeling the unfriendly look in the beggars' eyes, Liu Ma shivered.

The leader was a tall, thin beggar with a somewhat sinister look in his eyes. He glanced at Chen Guang and then went into the local temple.

Upon entering the land temple, they were surprised to find three groups of people sitting in different places, each with their eyes closed, seemingly a family.

Among them were several pretty little girls, whose eyes immediately lit up at the sight of the beggars.